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13 A holy quiet reigns around,
A calm which life nor death destroys ; I Asleep in Jesus ! blesséd sleep
Nothing disturbs that peace profound From which none ever wakes to weep!
Which his unfettered soul enjoys. A calm and undisturbed repose Unbroken by the last of foes !
4 Farewell, conflicting hopes and fears,
Where lights and shades alternate dwell; 2 Asleep in Jesus ! oh, how sweet
How bright the unchanging morn apTo be for such a slumber meet!
pears! With holy confidence to sing
Farewell, inconstant world, farewell ! That death has lost his venomed sting!
5 Life's labor done, as sinks the clay, 3 Asleep in Jesus ! peaceful rest
Light from its load the spirit flies, Whose waking is supremely blest !
While heaven and earth combine to say, No fear, no woe, shall dim that hour
How blest the righteous when he dies ! That manifests the Saviour's power. 4 Asleep in Jesus ! oh, for me
779 May such a blissful refuge be: 1 Why should we start and fear to die! Securely shall my ashes lie,
What timorous worms we mortals are! And wait the summons from on high. | Death is the gate of endless joy, 5 Asleep in Jesus ! far from thee
And yet we dread to enter there. Thy kindred and their graves may be : 2 The pains, the groans, the dying strife, But there is still a blesséd sleep
Fright our approaching souls away; From which none ever wakes to weep. Still we shrink back again to life,
Fond of our prison and our clay.
13 Oh, if my Lord would come and meet, 1 How blest the righteous when he dies, My soul should stretch her wings in When sinks a weary soul to rest!
haste, How mildly beam the closing eyes, I Fly fearless through death's iron gate,
How gently heaves the expiring breast! Nor feel the terrors as she passed! 2 So fades a summer cloud away; 4 Jesus can make a dying bed
So sinks the gale when storms are o'er;! Feel soft as downy pillows are,
And breathe my life out sweetly there!
780 1 Death may dissolve my body now, 1 Ye golden lamps of heaven, farewell, And bear my spirit home;
With all your feeble light; Why do my minutes move so slow, Farewell, thou ever-changing moon, Nor my salvation come?
Pale empress of the night. 2 With heavenly weapons I have fought | 2 And thou, refulgent orb of day, The battles of the Lord,
In brightest flames arrayed, Finished my course, and kept the faith, My soul, that springs beyond thy And wait the sure reward.
No more demands thine aid. 3 God hath laid up in heaven for me
1 3 Ye stars are but the shining dust A crown which cannot fade;
Of my divine abode, The righteous Judge, at that great day,
ay, The pavement of those heavenly courts, Shall place it on my head.
Where I shall reign with God. 4 Nor hath the King of grace decreed
14 The Father of eternal light This prize for me alone;
Shall there His beams display; But all that love and long to see
Nor shall one moment's darkness mix The appearance of His Son.
With that unvaried day. 5 Jesus, the Lord, shall guard me safe 5 No more the drops of piercing grief From every ill design ;
Shall swell into mine eyes; And to His heavenly kingdom take Nor the meridian sun decline This feeble soul of mine.
Amid those brighter skies. 6 God is my everlasting aid,
6 There all the millions of His saints And hell shall rage in vain ;
Shall in one song unite, To Him be highest glory paid,
And each the bliss of all shall view And endless praise. Amen.
With infinite delight.
2 There shall my disimprisoned soul
Behold Him and adore ; 1 Why do we mourn departing friends,
Be with His likeness satisfied,
And grieve and sin no more.
' 3 Soon, too,my slumbering dust shall hear
The trumpet's quickening sound, 2 Are we not tending upward, too, As fast as time can move?
And, by my Saviour's power rebuilt, Nor should we wish the hours more slow,
At His right hand be found.
4 Oh, may the unction of these truths
Forever with me stay; 3 Why should we tremble to convey
Till from her sinful cage dismissed, Their bodies to the tomb ? There the dear flesh of Jesus lay,
My spirit flies away. And left a long perfume.
1784 4. The graves of all the saints He blessed, 1 HEAR what the voice from heaven proAnd softened every bed ;
For all the pious dead; [claims Where should the dying members rest | Sweet is the savor of their names, But with their dying Head ?
And soft their sleeping bed. 5 Thence He arose, ascending high, 2 They die in Jesus, and are blessed; And showed our feet the way;
How kind their slumbers are ! Up to the Lord our flesh shall fly, From sufferings and from sin released At the great rising-day.
And freed from every snare. 6 Then let the last loud trumpet sound, 3 Far from this world of toil and strife, . And bid our kindred rise ;
They're present with the Lord ; Awake, ye nations under ground; The labors of their mortal life Ye saints, ascend the skies,
End in a large reward. 783
DOXOLOGY. I 'Tis sweet to rest in lively hope,
To praise the Father and the Son, That when my change shall come, And Spirit all divine, Angels will hover round my bed,
The One in Three, and Three in One And waft my spirit home.
Let saints and angels join.
Take this new treasure to thy trust;
To seek a slumber in the dust.
Invade thy bounds : no mortal woes
While angels watch the soft repose.
Passed through the grave and blessed the bed ;
The morning break, and pierce the shade.
Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb;
And the lamp of His love is thy guide through the gloom.
2 Thou art gone to the grave: we no longer behold thee,
Nor tread the rough path of the world by thy side; But the wide arms of mercy are spread to enfold thee,
And sinners may die, for the Sinless has died.
3 Thou art gone to the grave: and, its mansion forsaking,
Perhaps thy weak spirit in fear lingered long;
And the sound which thou heard'st was the seraphim's song.
4 Thou art gone to the grave: but we will not deplore thee,
Whose God was thy Ransom, thy Guardian and Guide ; He gave thee, He took thee, and He will restore thee;
And death has no sting, for the Saviour has died.